I have paperwork that requires attending, and it would be arduous to lug it elsewhere. Besides, do you enjoy the scent of flowers? There were plenty of escape routes here, not that I expect we will have an issue requiring one.
(with a sake in hand, already opened, and already sipped from, dazai arrives at the flower shop, smiles as per usual. eccentric as he is, drinking so openly could prove the lack of poisoning (or, well, the presence of it if one knows dazai very well) -- he did just admit out loud that they are not that different.
what a man, huh? characteristic. it's not a face he never saw before, it's just one he never conversed with. with his goofy grin, it's easy to set the drink on the table, as well as the portion of boiled crab snacks that he enjoys.)
Ew, mister Silco, nothing I hate more than what you doing-- should I sit further away?
[So young. That was his first thought when this boy walked into the flower shop where he was sitting on the front counter surrounded by greenery. There was stacks of papers next to his right elbow, pen in hand and a tumbler with a finger of whiskey in it within easy reach. His mismatched eyes lifted to examine the boy upon approach.
He sat back in his chair when Dazai joined him at the table, setting down his pen for the time being. He would entertain this little meeting with respect for the time being.]
It's a necessary evil to properly running any enterprise. You can move the plant off of the stool and sit across from me.
[All smiles this one. He knew people like that in Zaun. They often were some of the most dangerous people to deal with.]
What business endeavors have you be undertaken aside from pushing at the Council?
[As far as he was concerned pleasantries were over. It was time to discuss business already.]
It's a necessary task that I would rather die than doing-- ah, but honestly, dying doesn't sound bad at all!
(he's an odd one from the start. bandages cover his arms, his neck, underneath his clothes. too chipper, too goofy, eyes closed in his good mood and party covered by the curls of his brown hair. he does abide, as if he was allergic to the hard work, going as much as doing the cross sign with his indexes -- the power of slacking compells you, paperwork.)
I'm the owner of Lupin, as you most likely know. The bar in the basement. I also started a law firm with a bright brat, so this is where we can join forces, wouldn't you agree that it'd be truly interesting?
[Silco raised the single eyebrow that he still possessed at the insinuation that this was someone who either had a death wish or was one step over the line to wanting to end it all personally. Those types didn't survive long in Zaun; the struggle to survive was strong in his people though most would, at some point fail.]
I have yet to drink at that establishment. [There was an interesting dichotomy between the words and the appearance.] So you run two businesses at present and are looking to add a third. Have we even established the laws of this place, or are you planning on writing them and enforcing them legally in the near future?
Oh, no, thanks, that's not it! So much work, sir, no, thank you! I simply want to use you, you see? You do have plenty, don't you? Eyes everywhere? I could benefit from that, and I'm sure you could benefit from me.
(straightforward is best in this situation. they can sniff, dig, growl, all later. he doesn't believe silco to be a man of too many roundabouts, after all.)
[This was the second person that came at him with such candor, and while it was refreshing, he had to question if he had devolved into such a level as to have no threat presence any longer. Death would do that perhaps? No, he was older now, and physicality had never been his strong suit.]
You wish to use me for your own benefit, is it? And what of equal value do you bring in return, boy?
I should have presented myself better, shouldn't've I? I used to be called the 'Demon Prodigy'. I'm responsible for half the profits of the biggest Mafia from my world for two years straight from the age of fourteen, you see? My brain works as a super computer, and I've won wars against beings and people you could never even fathom. I myself don't care about these things, but it does feel like-- my bare presence and assistance in growing your little business empire could be of great value. I will say, however, that life is no longer attractive to me, but I still have my experience and intelligence to lend. Except... If you're not interested, I can offer it to your competitors, wouldn't that be fun in itself! A little more work that you could definitely spare me from having, talking to so many people...!
[This was real. First Quentin the mega-smart, mega-powered telepath and now Dazai the mega-smart, mega-amazing boy who had no interest in living right on his doorstep. This place was actually now shaping up to be his own personal circle of Hell, wasn't it? It was beginning to feel that way, and he was now going to have to confront how to cope with this ridiculousness.
He reached out and picked up his tumbler of whiskey, giving himself time to mull over the wild claims by taking a slow sip and watching Dazai from across the counter.]
I don't believe we know each other well enough to understand what I can and cannot fathom, boy. It seems to me that you're supposedly so brilliant that life has lost all challenge and meaning, so you couldn't care if it ended. Am I inferring too much about you, boy?
[He set his tumbler back down on the counter.]
And who are my competitors, hmm? Once the owners of these businesses return, I will be handing them off.
[And he would. He'd just be owed debts for his services.]
Oh, no, it has to have had any from the beginning! I'm on the other side of things now, you see? Perhaps I'll see something there! Who knows? Not me, neither you!
(still. he's conversed to many, many people, and the things that he has been told are unfathomable to him -- likewise, his own would be. it's simply the result of coming from different worlds, different experiences. all meshed together in this prison of a place, it's easy math. but hey-- quentin couldn't use his telepathy on dazai even if he tried.)
Ah, that simple? How wonderful of you, thought you enjoyed paperwork. Right now, you have no real competitors, but you do have someone who would sniff anything they arbitrarily thought would be a crime, and you could easily lose all this, couldn't you? You see, my crime is 'womanizing', if you can believe! Since when is that a crime? Lord only knows what they might be accusing the other poor Chosen.
And now that you're here, you're going to make the most of the opportunities. I suppose we all will until the Council or whatever authority brought us all here has shown their hand.
[There were many things in Runeterra that seemed beyond belief, and yet it was all very normal. He expected that was the same with all the other worlds that people had been dragged from. Different worlds and different timelines didn't seem so farfetched here. Still, prison was prison, and resources were finite he expected.]
It's a necessary evil, so if I have to suffer at it, I may as well enjoy it. [He shrugged his shoulders at the investigation into crime.] Hardly. There is very little here to lose so far; Aldrip is proving to be unfriendly to those that washed up. Perhaps there will be better opportunity elsewhere. [And interesting crime based on the little he'd seen on the kid. To each their own.] Racketeering is my crime.
Naivety would be just not to expect them to knock at your door for one reason or another. What I am offering you is not something out of this world, is it? Be part of my eyes, and I'm on demand to your needs.
(racketeering, huh? could easily be dazai's own. much could have - murder, extensive torture, abuse, fraud, so on. and yet, they chose his never-ending desire to feel alive. sorta fucked, but yet, here we are.)
Which I have no intention of doing. I'll force them eventually, as I assume many intend to. So you prose being my enforcer should I need one?
[Silco had been rather offended that they had chosen that crime out of all that he had stacked up on his resume. He would lean into that crime all the same while also working on all the others that could be possible here.]
Define 'enforcer'. I've been many things -- a torturer, a strategist, a planner. If you want me on the front lines of anything, I would not be a perfect match.
(that was chuuya. dazai could manipulate that man into anything - and their hivemind also helped wonders. chuuya's the muscle, dazai's nothing more than the scheemer behind closed doors.)
At this time, I don't require someone skilled in torture techniques. So far, protests against my helpfulness has been minimum so far.
[They could potentially be good for each other, even if he was sensitive to the idea of betrayal. However, that was a constant threat in Zaun, so he was used to being naturally suspicious of people coming to want to work with or over him.]
My current project is the Council. We should work together for infiltration and dismantling of their little city hall.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2023-11-12 12:56 am (UTC)Ah, so you will not come to Lupin? Interesting. It is a place without an easy escape route, after all! Should I bring any snacks?
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Date: 2023-11-12 01:00 am (UTC)Do as you like food wise.
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Date: 2023-11-12 01:33 am (UTC)what a man, huh? characteristic. it's not a face he never saw before, it's just one he never conversed with. with his goofy grin, it's easy to set the drink on the table, as well as the portion of boiled crab snacks that he enjoys.)
Ew, mister Silco, nothing I hate more than what you doing-- should I sit further away?
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Date: 2023-11-12 04:53 pm (UTC)He sat back in his chair when Dazai joined him at the table, setting down his pen for the time being. He would entertain this little meeting with respect for the time being.]
It's a necessary evil to properly running any enterprise. You can move the plant off of the stool and sit across from me.
[All smiles this one. He knew people like that in Zaun. They often were some of the most dangerous people to deal with.]
What business endeavors have you be undertaken aside from pushing at the Council?
[As far as he was concerned pleasantries were over. It was time to discuss business already.]
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Date: 2023-11-12 05:33 pm (UTC)(he's an odd one from the start. bandages cover his arms, his neck, underneath his clothes. too chipper, too goofy, eyes closed in his good mood and party covered by the curls of his brown hair. he does abide, as if he was allergic to the hard work, going as much as doing the cross sign with his indexes -- the power of slacking compells you, paperwork.)
I'm the owner of Lupin, as you most likely know. The bar in the basement. I also started a law firm with a bright brat, so this is where we can join forces, wouldn't you agree that it'd be truly interesting?
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Date: 2023-11-12 05:47 pm (UTC)[Silco raised the single eyebrow that he still possessed at the insinuation that this was someone who either had a death wish or was one step over the line to wanting to end it all personally. Those types didn't survive long in Zaun; the struggle to survive was strong in his people though most would, at some point fail.]
I have yet to drink at that establishment. [There was an interesting dichotomy between the words and the appearance.] So you run two businesses at present and are looking to add a third. Have we even established the laws of this place, or are you planning on writing them and enforcing them legally in the near future?
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Date: 2023-11-12 06:03 pm (UTC)(straightforward is best in this situation. they can sniff, dig, growl, all later. he doesn't believe silco to be a man of too many roundabouts, after all.)
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Date: 2023-11-12 06:32 pm (UTC)You wish to use me for your own benefit, is it? And what of equal value do you bring in return, boy?
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Date: 2023-11-12 06:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2023-11-12 07:03 pm (UTC)He reached out and picked up his tumbler of whiskey, giving himself time to mull over the wild claims by taking a slow sip and watching Dazai from across the counter.]
I don't believe we know each other well enough to understand what I can and cannot fathom, boy. It seems to me that you're supposedly so brilliant that life has lost all challenge and meaning, so you couldn't care if it ended. Am I inferring too much about you, boy?
[He set his tumbler back down on the counter.]
And who are my competitors, hmm? Once the owners of these businesses return, I will be handing them off.
[And he would. He'd just be owed debts for his services.]
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Date: 2023-11-12 07:26 pm (UTC)(still. he's conversed to many, many people, and the things that he has been told are unfathomable to him -- likewise, his own would be. it's simply the result of coming from different worlds, different experiences. all meshed together in this prison of a place, it's easy math. but hey-- quentin couldn't use his telepathy on dazai even if he tried.)
Ah, that simple? How wonderful of you, thought you enjoyed paperwork. Right now, you have no real competitors, but you do have someone who would sniff anything they arbitrarily thought would be a crime, and you could easily lose all this, couldn't you? You see, my crime is 'womanizing', if you can believe! Since when is that a crime? Lord only knows what they might be accusing the other poor Chosen.
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Date: 2023-11-13 05:35 pm (UTC)[There were many things in Runeterra that seemed beyond belief, and yet it was all very normal. He expected that was the same with all the other worlds that people had been dragged from. Different worlds and different timelines didn't seem so farfetched here. Still, prison was prison, and resources were finite he expected.]
It's a necessary evil, so if I have to suffer at it, I may as well enjoy it. [He shrugged his shoulders at the investigation into crime.] Hardly. There is very little here to lose so far; Aldrip is proving to be unfriendly to those that washed up. Perhaps there will be better opportunity elsewhere. [And interesting crime based on the little he'd seen on the kid. To each their own.] Racketeering is my crime.
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Date: 2023-11-15 12:46 pm (UTC)(racketeering, huh? could easily be dazai's own. much could have - murder, extensive torture, abuse, fraud, so on. and yet, they chose his never-ending desire to feel alive. sorta fucked, but yet, here we are.)
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Date: 2023-11-17 02:28 pm (UTC)[Silco had been rather offended that they had chosen that crime out of all that he had stacked up on his resume. He would lean into that crime all the same while also working on all the others that could be possible here.]
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Date: 2023-11-17 02:32 pm (UTC)(that was chuuya. dazai could manipulate that man into anything - and their hivemind also helped wonders. chuuya's the muscle, dazai's nothing more than the scheemer behind closed doors.)
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Date: 2023-11-18 02:43 pm (UTC)[They could potentially be good for each other, even if he was sensitive to the idea of betrayal. However, that was a constant threat in Zaun, so he was used to being naturally suspicious of people coming to want to work with or over him.]
My current project is the Council. We should work together for infiltration and dismantling of their little city hall.